With extra baby wipes, child seat (fitted), a six pack (of disposable nappies) packed, the other stuff like shotguns, a hard hitting .300, plenty of ammo and honed butchering knives found a place in the vehicle. With an icebox full of drinks, milk and tucker, we had everything covered for a successful day out bush.
My good mate Neil was behind the wheel, I was next to him and in the back seat we had my daughter-in-law Sally and young grandson Cooper to keep us out of trouble. Later, once the bailers were collared and ready for action, we followed the property’s main track to a likely pig haunt.
Just short of our intended destination, a rough looking, seen better days threelegged pig made a slow-motioned escape from the well-trodden,…
